PAPER RINGS . . . harry styles

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PAPER RINGS !

"hey."

"hey."

silence.

even longer.

"you're in london?"

"...yeah. work... you know... it never ends."

"i do- um."

another silence.

even longer than the last.

tension grew miles away from the two.

"it's good to hear your voice cherie."

silence.

"yours too."

a small pause that made his throat burn from nerves.

"how was dinner?"

"what?"

he cleared his throat.

"with gemma?"

she smacked her forehead, pacing a bit in her kitchen.

"it was nice... catching up with a friend is... always nice."

"yeah, yeah i know."

"yeah."

she felt like crying from the awkwardness.

"why did you want to talk?"

"i haven't heard from you in months."

he worried he replied too quickly. he could of sworn he heard her sharply inhale.

"me?"

his eyes widened hearing the slight anger in her voice.

"havent heard from me in-"

she stopped herself. she took three deep breathes, closing her eyes.

"harry it's been months since i heard from you."

he didn't know how to respond.

"after i almost ruined my career... for you."

he felt his eyes burn from tears forming.

"i- i needed you."

"i'm sorry."

"yeah... yeah i bet."

he was crying.

"please don't cry harry."

"i fucked up lila."

"atleast you're aware."

was that a joke? harry couldn't tell.

"can i see you soon?"

she could have died on spot right there.

"why."

"i want to see you..."

he squeezed his eyes, knowing he would regret his next few words.

"i need to... see you."